Neither moved.
Just stared like she'd spoken gibberish.
Silence stretched.
Roshan blinked.
Nyx blinked.
Both looked at each other.
Back at Faelyn.
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'She almost DIED. Twice. And now she wants... meat?'ฅᨐฅ
Nyx's mind: ฅᨐฅ'I was ready to go to WAR. To fight my entire tribe. To give up EVERYTHING. And she wants... roasted meat?!'ฅᨐฅ
"Roasted meat," Roshan repeated slowly, like he was testing whether the words made more sense out loud.
They didn't.
"Yes." Faelyn nodded earnestly. Tears still drying on her face. "Roasted meat. Now. Please."
Nyx's eye twitched.
Roshan opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"You..." He gestured vaguely at her. "You collapsed. You were UNCONSCIOUS. You screamed in your sleep. You cried. We thought you were DYING."
"I know," Faelyn said miserably. "And I'm very sorry about that. But also I REALLY need roasted meat right now."
